After experiencing all of this, I cannot look at worship and the level of activity (or inactivity) of worshipers the same way again. I have a new respect for the fact that people sometimes just cannot stand, or sing, or even be present for worship. I know in my body what some of those limitations are, now. I know the frustration of wanting to offer or do more, but knowing I can’t or shouldn’t. And I find myself getting rather angry at worship leaders who try to get everyone to move a lot and sing loudly and who, whether they know or intend it or not, often convey the notion that unless you are doing that, you’re not worshiping God.